Chapter 41
BLAKE
My thoughts go a million different directions as I stand there holding a painting—my painting.
I painted this piece about a year ago after a particularly terrifying encounter with a man named Anthony Cole.
I’ll never forget him. He attended one of my showings and spent an uncomfortable amount of time asking me questions unrelated to my art.
His southern accent sent chills up my spine.
I couldn’t wait to get away from him. Then I thought I saw him following me home after the show.
The next day, I started this painting of a woman sitting in silence in the middle of a crowd.
“Levi?” I prompt him again.
He rushes forward, outstretching his hand for the canvas. “I can explain.”
I pull it out of his reach and take a step backward. “Please do, because I can’t make sense of it.”
Levi spears his fingers into his hair, pulling at the roots as he paces. He takes a steadying breath, but his hands still quiver.
“I tried finding you as soon as you left Evergreen Falls. I needed to know that you were okay. That’s all.”
Tipping my head forward a fraction, I raise my eyebrows as I point to the rest of the shipping tubes and other stretched canvases still in the closet. Morbid curiosity pushes to the front of my mind as I set the painting in my hands on his desk and reach for another in the closet.
“It took three years, but I finally found you. When I did, you were on your fourth showing.”
I flinch as if he slapped me across the face. “You—you were there?”
Levi does a quick swipe with both hands, slicing the space between us in a clear sign of denial. “No. I never flew out to New York. I purchased these online.”
Flipping the canvas in my hands, I show him the painting of a man on a horse in the middle of a field of wheat. “But this one was a commission.”
Levi takes an unsteady inhale. “Yes.”
“You’re my patron in the west?”
“What?”
“My agent had told me that there was an anonymous person out west who was buying up a lot of my work,” I explain, then wave a hand at all the art pieces. “I think she undersold how many you bought.”
Levi chews on the corner of his bottom lip. “Some of it was after the fact.” He points to the canvas in my hands. “I found out who originally bought that one. It was some guy on the Upper East Side, and I convinced him to sell it to me.”
A flutter rolls through my stomach.
“You bought all of these?” My gaze moves over the shipping tubes and canvases, trying to count them all.
He has so many of my paintings.
Like he was collecting them.
I don’t understand it.
Levi gives me a single nod.
“Why?” My question comes out on a light breath,
Levi takes a jittery gulp. “At first, it was a way to check in on you—a way to make sure the girl I knew hadn’t disappeared.
I saw how talented you are, and I wanted to see that every day.
” He takes a step forward, gently removing the painting from my hands.
He holds it like it’s the most precious thing he owns as admiration fills his face.
“Then it stopped being about the art.” His eyes move to my face as he smiles. “It became about you.”
Tears prick at my eyes, rolling freely down my cheeks.
My voice comes out as a squeak. “Damn, you Levi Harding.”
Levi’s brows lower over his eyes. “For what?”
“For making me fall in love with you.”
“I love you too, Butterfly.”
I yank the painting out of Levi’s hands and place it on his desk. My arms wrap around his neck and pull, bringing my lips to his.
Levi’s hands land on my waist, tugging me closer.
I pour every bit of my heart into the kiss, communicating everything my words can’t.
His teeth scrape my bottom lip, then his tongue invades my mouth. My core pulses as need overtakes my senses.
His length grows hard in his pants, and my thighs squeeze together as my panties dampen.
One of my hands slides down Levi’s chest, undoing the drawstring and reaching into the waistband of his scrubs.
“Levi, one of the shepherd mixes keeps trying too—Am I interrupting something?”
I spring back from Levi, and my face turns a deep shade of scarlet. Santiago steps inside, shutting the door behind him. Levi pulls me back toward him, and my hands land on his chest.
Santiago strides closer. “I’d tell you two to get a room, but…” He gestures around Levi’s office. “You already have one.”
My eyes dart between them, an idea forming as I back up and place myself behind the desk. “Then what do you say we make the most of the opportunity?”
Their eyes bulge, and they seem to be frozen in place.
Lift my sweater over my head, I let it fall to the ground.
Still frozen.
Their attention does something to me.
I feel beautiful.
Confident.
I smirk, reaching my hand behind my back. With a simple twist, the clasp is undone, and the straps loosen. Using my other hand, I hold my bra in place.
“You want to get Levi ready for me?” I ask Santiago.
A slow smile lights up Santiago’s face. “You’re a vixen, mi Cielo.”
I shoot them both a wink, and Santiago moves to Levi. He cups the sides of Levi’s neck, bringing their mouths together. Levi’s hands grip Santiago’s shirt, and their tongues dance together, thrusting in and out of each other’s mouths.
My panties flood with arousal just from watching them together.
They say I’m the vixen? Then what does that make them?
When their lips part, Santiago moves behind Levi and faces him toward me. Then Santiago slips Levi’s shirt over his head, giving me a view of Levi’s muscled chest.
Santiago places his hands on Levi's hips, gliding his hands forward and dipping them below the waistband of Levi’s pants. Santiago finds Levi’s cock, and a small cry escapes my lips.
“You want to see, Butterfly?”
I nod my head eagerly.
Levi shoots me a wink as he shoves his pants and boxers down his legs, letting them drop to the floor.
My jaw drops.
I watch as Santiago’s hand pumps up and down Levi’s shaft in practiced and measured movements.
Levi and Santiago’s gaze remain trained on me.
Slowly, I let my bra fall from my chest, revealing my breasts and hardened nipples. Levi licks his lips, and Santiago groans.
“Shit, Butterfly.”
I smooth my hands up my stomach and cup my breasts, swiping my thumbs over my peaked buds. My legs shake.
Releasing one breast, the weight of it doing a small bounce, I slip my hand into the waistband of my pants and cup my center.
“Ah, ah, ah, mi Cielo,” Santiago reprimands. “Turnabout is fair play. You want to see us, we get to see you.”
With a nod, I shuck my pants and take a seat in Levi’s chair. I prop one foot up on the edge of the desk, allowing them a look right at my pussy. My arousal slides down to the chair, dampening the cushion beneath me.
Levi and Santiago groan in unison.
“You’re turn,” I challenge Santiago.
He rises to the test, undressing himself completely within a few seconds.
It’s like we’re playing a game of chicken, but I’m unsure what determines the winner.
Santiago and Levi stand side by side, their lengths hard as steel, their sculpted bodies enough to make me climax just from looking at them.
I whimper, slipping two fingers into my channel and stroking that spot inside that drives me crazy. My other hand returns to my breast, working my nipple to work my need higher.
“Keep working that pussy, Butterfly,” Levi directs as Santiago drops to his knees in front of Levi.
Oh.
My.
God.
Santiago’s tongue flicks at the head of Levi’s cock, causing Levi to curse and grip the edge of his desk to hold himself up.
When Santiago’s mouth envelops Levi’s length, my jaw drops. My instinct is to close my eyes and make myself come, but I don’t want to miss a single second of this.
Santiago’s cheeks hollow as he takes Levi’s entire length into his throat.
“Oh, my hell,” I swear, and swirl my thumb around my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my center.
Levi’s eyes heat. “That’s it, Blake. Come on your fingers. Show me how you get yourself off.”
Levi taps Santiago’s shoulder, and he pops off Levi’s shaft.
Together, they round the desk to where I sit and fall to their knees on either side of me.
Santiago slips a finger into my center with mine, guiding my hand as our digits work my pussy together.
Levi’s mouth closes over the peak of my other boob. He licks and nips at the peak, causing a cry to claw up from my chest. Levi’s hand covers mine, and like Santiago, he leads me in playing with my breast.
“Come for us, Blake. I need to see it,” Levi growls in my ear.
Santiago’s face dips to the juncture of my thighs, licking my bundle of nerves like I’m his favorite flavor.
My orgasm hits me like a freight train. Levi kisses me to prevent my screams from echoing down the hall. The hurricane of pleasure threatens to drown me as my channel convulses around mine and Santiago’s fingers.
The three of us draw out my climax together. My legs twitch when I come back down.
“Oh my God,” I pant out.
“You’re absolutely beautiful,” Santiago whispers, kissing his way up my stomach, between my breasts, and to my mouth. He slides his tongue against mine, and I taste myself.
My arousal builds again, and I reach for Levi. He leans in, and I pull away from Santiago, nipping at Levi’s bottom lip. He groans and thrusts his tongue into my mouth.
Taking a breath, I sit back and look to them. “I need you. Both of you.”
“Good,” Levi growls as he and Santiago get to their feet.
Levi pulls me up with them, leading me to lean over the desk. My nipples scrape against the cold surface, tightening them further. Santiago moves to my head, and my mouth waters, desperate to get my lips around him.
Levi, kicks my legs apart, stepping between them. “You ready for us?”
“Please,” I beg.
At the same time, they move closer, positioning their cocks at my holes. Levi’s tip rests at my entrance, and Santiago’s tip sits on my lip.
I tilt my hips, giving Levi better access, and open my mouth, allowing Santiago entry.
They thrust into me together, filling my mouth and my pussy. Santiago’s musk explodes over my tongue, and I moan, closing my lips around his length. Levi’s hand gathers some of my release on his fingers, and he glides his hand between my cheeks to my third hole.
I moan again, circling my hips.
“Shit,” Santiago curses, gathering my hair in his fist. He uses his grip to guide my mouth up and down his shaft, pumping his hips in tandem. “Your mouth feels like heaven. So warm and wet.”
Levi’s finger pushes into my ass at the same time his cock enters my channel. My knees threaten to give out.
The pleasure is too much, but I can’t get enough.
Levi and Santiago work my holes together, setting a rhythm that pushes my bliss higher.
I feel Santiago’s dick twitch in my mouth, prompting me to suck harder. Saliva dribbles down my chin, making a mess of my face and the desk.
As I do, my pussy begins to tighten around Levi.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Santiago grunts.
“She’s close,” Levi replies.
On Levi’s next thrust, I come, and I come hard.
I scream around Santiago’s cock, and his seed empties into my mouth. I continue to climax as I swallow him down.
Levi thrusts one more time, grunting, sounding like he is half in pain and half in oblivion.
When my muscles relax, I let the desk take all of my weight. Levi’s hand lands next to my head, propping himself up so as not to crush me.
Santiago lowers himself to his knees and captures my mouth with his, tasting himself on my tongue. Our kiss is lazy and messy, but no less perfect.
Santiago pulls back, wiping the mess from my face with the first piece of clothing he swipes from the floor. “You’re ours, Blake Jennings.”
“Yours,” I agree contentedly.
Working together, Santiago and Levi clean me with tissues and dress me in my clothes. I’m half asleep through the entire process.
Then Santiago sweeps me up in his arms and carries me out to his truck and I rest my head on his chest
He drives us back to Falling Sky, and my eyes barely stay open for half of the trip.
When we pull up, Levi arrives, parking behind us.
He takes his turn carrying me, taking me inside the house and up the stairs and into Santiago’s bathroom, where they remove the clothes they just dressed me in and guide me into the shower.
I lean back into Levi’s hard body as he and Santiago wash my hair and my body, massaging my scalp and my muscles.
When the water shuts off, I frown, causing Levi and Santiago to chuckle.
They wrap me in a soft, warm towel and dry me off then themselves.
Scooping me into his arms once more, Santiago carries me to the gigantic bed. He sets me in the middle as he and Levi climb in and surround me from either side.
“Sleep, Butterfly,” Levi whispers into my damp hair.
As I drift off, I hold onto the feeling in my chest that tells me this is where I’m supposed to be–this is where I’m supposed to stay.